while arto, patrick and i all passed out like wimps, beans and harv carried the torch into the night. i guess beans didn't feel like pitching his tent.
there was a sauna on the property but arto was appalled by its construction. patrick and i barely let it get warm before we raced out to make miles.
vanessa owns the campground. pay her a visit.
this is the part where we say goodbye.
i could hardly believe it but beans is riding all the way from tok, alaska in order to make it back for his girlfriend's birthday. a girl ought to
propose over a stunt like that.
either way, these guys are fucking champs.
and we continue north.
made it to fairbanks...
and we're burnt.